The Mnemosyne King Unfolds

I have faced gods, tyrants, and the slow decay of time itself. But this foe did

not arrive through a portal. He unfolded. It began above Kathmandu— the sky peeling

back like wet paper, revealing layers beneath layers beneath thought. Colors that do not

exist in your spectrum bled into one another. Gravity lost interest. And from that impossible geometry stepped

The Mnemosyne King— a parasite sovereign who feeds on forgotten realities. He did not want

the Earth. He wanted its memories. I felt him before I saw him. Every spell I’ve

ever cast tried to crawl out of my hands and hide. STAGE ONE – THE FRACTURE

I raised the Eye of Agamotto. Time split into a prism— a thousand futures